It's something for the brain
so stay afloat, don't drown
Hold on to the lyrics 'cause
Dealing with intelligence
It's a mutha, man, and it's a helluva
Stick your tongue into a jar of acid
Slow death is what it's like
When you test the rhythm and
the rhyme of the one Just- Ice
Right, I think it's time,
my man, that you heard of
My name and it means quick murder
Take the first part of my name,
I could make a fresh rhyme
Just defiance, just the violence
Just to bang, just a sentence,
Just a feeling, just legit,
Just don't need the other bullshit
It's not cool to use profanity
People might think I lost my sanity
But I'm fed up, I can't take it no more
Wack MCs writing rhymes on a see- saw
Up and down and never ever straight
In a circle in which I can't relate
I need to hear a rhyme dealing with my time
If it's not here, I'll search until I find
What I'm looking for, I mean a lot more
If it's not on the street,
how the hell could it be in the store?
It has to come from the brain,
With the jewels of Allah, that's a blessing
All those who fail to relate,
And I guarantee you will disintegrate
Then vanish upon my arrival
Nothing suicidal, it's just vital
Dominant intelligence, original first
That's the point I had to make
it gets late and ante up the stakes
But party people, it's time I release
Concentrate on the lyrics
Or dope, yo, call it what you like
I'm not here to praise myself
Or disrespect anybody else
I have a duty, naturally sworn to do
get my message across to you
It's very physical but not cynical
It's emphatical, the rhymes are a radical
No big words to sound pretty and sweet
Just the straight out facts
but when I hear a wack rhyme
All praises due to Allah, it's not mine
My temper just rises, I get very angry
Y'all think I changed my style,
But let me tell y'all, that's mere hearsay
What I do, I do it to the best
And party to the music that
KRS got the beat, on the mic it's Just- Ice
The time is now, the bomb to be dropped
All suckers line up and get rocked
All the rhymes with fancy
Don't mean nothing to me 'cause
None of that double and triple
What I mean, crystal clear and clean
Bass and beats, for that you know I fiend
I'm dangerous, a microphone maestro
Don't even mess around if
Quiet and subtle with a quick rebuttal
Attack the weak and for the sweet, I love ya
On and on for the calm, I never fall
Lyric for lyric and oh yes, yes, y'all
I don't mean just making it
Or just faking it, but just taking it
No shit, for sure, for holdin' it